Even When There Are Other Seats
August 17, 2026
It starts so sweet…
Mama
Mommy
Mom
You’re their whole world
Their safe place
Their go-to for everything
And then teen years hit and you’re now…
“Bruh.”
Or in my case, recently upgraded to “BESTIE”
Excuse me?
When did I go from:
“Can you hold me?”
To:
“Bruh… where’s the snacks?” 😅
The teenage years are… something
One minute they:
- need you
- love you
- want to tell you everything
The next?
You’re getting one-word answers
Random side-eye
And somehow… you’ve become “bruh”
But here’s the thing
Even when they act like they don’t need you…
They still do
It just looks different now
Less hugs
More independence
More figuring things out on their own
But you’re still their anchor
Even if they won’t admit it
And honestly?
The “bruh” phase…
It doesn’t last forever
Final Thought
Enjoy every stage
Even the slightly disrespectful, slightly hilarious ones 😅
Because underneath it all…
You’re still “mom”
🧢 Teen Translation Version (Because Why Not 😅)
Low-key… it starts wholesome.
Like full-on “mama era”—you’re the GOAT, no cap.
Then outta nowhere?
“Bruh.”
Now they acting all independent, giving you side-eye, responding with “yeah” and “idk” like it’s their full-time job.
But don’t get it twisted…
They still need you fr
They just tryna act grown while still needing snacks, rides, and emotional support 24/7 😂
So yeah…
It’s a phase
Stay solid, don’t take it personal, nothing sus, and keep showing up.
